“Nah, I didn’t say a word. I thought he was asleep.”
“Are we gonna get nasty?” She asked, curiosity in her tone, her hands steadily stroking him.
He kissed her. “I think we’re gonna play around, if you want to.”
Her eyes slid closed and she murmured, ‘I do,’ then waited for him to kiss her. He grasped her cheek and brought their mouths together, softly. She tasted sweet and smelled sweeter. He pulled her into him, one hand on her ass, the other playing gently with her hair, taking breaths of her, feeling melded with her in a way he’d never been before with anyone.
Except he had been withherbefore and he didn’t remember. He growled at the thought of the witch taking memories of Sage from him. Sage broke the kiss and pulled back, saying, ‘oh!’, but then she melted back into him, kissing him roughly, sucking on his tongue and nipping at his lower lip. With one hand, he thumbed her nipples through her shirt, softly at first. He ground against her and she ground back, small noises of pleasure coming from her. He didn’t want to take her, not without knowing if she was his mate or not. It made sense that she was his mate, and he wouldnotconsider her being anyone else’s… but without that biological mate response… things were muddy. If he’d had the response, his teeth would have been in her shoulder already and she’d be wearing his bite mark as herrenqua. The thought made him starved for her and he kneaded her ass roughly, biting at her ears and neck. She growled at him and dug her nails into his cock for just a second. He’d never heard a female growl before and hefucking liked it. He growled deep in his throat, and she jerked her hips forward, grinding on him, then she bucked and her back arched, and her hands grabbed his cock in a death grip, grinding hard and fast. A strangled noise came from her and realized she was coming and trying to be silent.
“Fucking hot, female. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said in a growly whisper.
Her hips bucked two more times, then she went slack, her face and body relaxed, but her hands never left his body. He covered her hands with his own, curling them around his cock, then thrust gently into them, watching her face. She lay on the pillow with her eyes closed, and he studied her round cheeks, her small chin, her flowing hair, her rosy skin. Her lips parted and her delicate pink tongue poked out, covering her teeth. She sighed and she stroked him, her eyes closed, soft murmurs falling.
She was beautiful. She was perfect. If she wasn’t his… he might have to make her his. Deep, primal thoughts of hunting down anyone who stood between him and her filled his mind and he followed them, thinking how he would kill and bury legions of males, then take the hard-won prize of this sweet female. Thick twists of pleasure gripped him and released him. He chased them, growling and thrusting, thrusting and growling.
Sage’s eyes popped open.
In the other room, the TV volume increased.
Canyon cut his motor, coming to his senses. “Shit,” he whispered. “I got loud.”
“Yeah,” Sage whispered, her eyes still big.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her in for a kiss, staying silent while they both stroked his cock. His release grew and he bucked his hips several times, stroking hard and fast. Sage kept up with him, nipping at his lips. He met her tongue with his and she gently sucked on the tip of it and that made him think of her lips on his cock. Canyon came explosively, and quietly, his mind dissolving into pleasurable static for several moments, his body jerking, then relaxing. Sage stilled and relaxed with him, their bodies and faces pressed together, sharing each other’s breaths.
Canyon smiled and kissed Sage’s top lip. “You’re hot,” he said.
“You ain’t too hard on the eyes, either,” Sage murmured, a small smile on her lips.
Canyon realized his hands were sticky with cum… and so were Sage’s.
“Shit,” he whispered. “Don’t move.” He leaned backwards, looking around the kitchen, then spotted a towel hanging from the oven door handle.
“Be right back.” He grabbed the towel and cleaned himself up first, then Sage, then he balled the towel up and put it on the floor near the bed, whispering, “I’ll just throw this away and buy Timber’s friend a new one.”
She smiled.
Canyon relaxed onto the pillow and smiled back. “I’ll tell Timber he can turn the TV off now… if that’s cool with you.”
She nodded and took his hand. “You can do whatever you want. I… I trust you.”
Her sweet, candied scent broiled when she said that, making Canyon grin. He kissed her on her forehead.
Bro, turn the TV off, we’re going to sleep.
The house went quiet.
“Done,” Canyon whispered. “I told him we’re going to sleep.”
She smiled sweetly. He moved onto her pillow, holding her, staring at her in the moonlight, thinking how much he liked her… his eyes slipped closed…
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:4 a.m. Time for Timber’s 3rdFoxglove application—
Canyon woke with Wulf’s first word, as the robot wheeled into the room, its alarm chiming.
